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Thump thump thump...

Clang clang clang...

Downstairs, on the street.

A troupe of lion dancers was performing vigorously, the deafening sounds of gongs and drums perfectly masking the gunfire above.

As the southern hegemon, the Ye Family's stronghold in Wu City was formidable once their power was mobilized.

Of course, the surveillance cameras on the entire street would also "break" at just the right time today.

In other words, unless Qin Yu himself could escape, no one would know about everything that happened today.

It was even less likely that he would receive any support.

Ye Haozhan, the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch of the south, had already stationed a batch of masters near the hotel, ready to intervene at the first sign of any suspicious individual.

At this moment.

In the room.

Forced back into the room by the sniper, Qin Yu rolled on the spot, and several more bullet holes appeared in the wall behind him.

An individual's martial prowess meant little in the face of modern firearms.

Damn it, I need to find a way out, or I'll be riddled with bullets if I stay trapped in here!

Qin Yu lay on the ground, his mind racing.

Initially, he had wanted to use the Asura Finger, which would definitely take the gunman by surprise and resolve the situation. But he had glanced through the information Helian Wudi provided him with; the third master of the Ye Family, Ye Haozhan, was the Southern Martial Arts Alliance Leader with a cultivation at the late stage of Half-Step Pill Holding.

Under normal circumstances, Qin Yu certainly would not have considered him a threat. But in his current predicament, if he exhausted his True Qi using the Asura Finger, Ye Haozhan could kill him with one hand.

He had to find a way to deal with the gunman, yet conserve his strength.

Whoosh...

Thud...

Qin Yu's figure darted towards the hefty marble tea table.

But the gunman was no slouch either, firing shots in quick succession, one bullet striking Qin Yu's thigh with deadly accuracy.

Fortunately, he had trained in the Shen Zhao Jing and had broken through to Pill Holding, resulting in a muscle density far greater than that of an ordinary person.

Even so, it felt as if he had been bitten by a rabid dog. Stumbling, he nevertheless managed to grab hold of the marble tea table.

"Go!"

With a hefty throw, the marble tea table flew towards the gunman.

"Damn it!"

The gunman's eyelids twitched, forcing him to stop shooting and quickly dodge.

Boom...

Now's the chance!

Qin Yu pushed his speed to the limit, almost glued to the marble tea table. With a tremendous crash, the room's door was smashed to pieces.

By the time the gunman regained his senses, Qin Yu had already vanished.

"Alliance Hierarch..."

The gunman, furious, pulled out his phone and walked to the doorway to contact Ye Haozhan.

Click...

"Ah..."

But the gunman was tricked. Qin Yu had pressed himself against the corridor wall, not having gone far at all.

A punch roared out, shattering both the phone and the gunman's wrist.

After chopping the gunman in the neck and transferring his gun and magazines to himself, Qin Yu quickly darted towards the stairwell.

Having served five years in the Special Forces, his marksmanship was of course impressive. Holding a gun significantly boosted his combat ability.

Bang bang...

But no sooner had he pushed open the fire door than gunshots rang out.

Gunmen were also ambushed at the stairwell.

"Hmph hmph..."

Qin Yu hit the floor, catching a glimpse of two gunmen leaning against the wall, firing relentlessly in his direction.

Raising his hand, he too pulled the trigger.

Thud...

As blood mist rose, both gunmen were shot in the knees.

"Ahh..."

Immediate screams emanated from below the stairs.

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Qin Yu sprang to his feet in one fluid motion, stood before the two unfortunate gunmen, and knocked them out with a kick each. After picking up their guns, he continued running down the stairs.

This time, the descent was smooth, with no further interceptions along the way.

However, upon reaching the lobby, he discovered that the hotel's main doors had been closed, and the roller shutter brought down.

The man sitting on the sofa was around forty years old, dressed in a black tight-fitting outfit, with an exceptionally sharp gaze.

It was none other than the third eldest of the Ye Family, Ye Haozhan.

Behind him stood a row of his trusted followers, all possessing the combat strength from Huajin to Half-Step Pill Holding.

If so many of them couldn't deal with one injured scrap, that would be seriously absurd.

"Attack together!"

Ye Haozhan abruptly stood up and took the lead in launching an attack on Qin Yu. He was fighting for the Ye Family today and couldn't care less about any martial morality.

Boom...

Ye Haozhan followed the methods of the Outer Rivers and Lakes, his boxing style was extremely fierce and powerful. Only a step away from Pill Holding, his combat strength was about on par with the injured Qin Yu.

But with more than ten helpers around him, even numerous ants can bite an elephant to death; with so many attacking Qin Yu together, he felt very confident they could kill him on the spot.

Whoosh...

Thud!

Qin Yu definitely wouldn't clash head-on with Ye Haozhan, as their numbers were too great, and his True Qi would soon be unable to sustain such direct confrontations.

His body slipped like an eel past Ye Haozhan.

He grabbed the wrist of an unlucky guy, twisted hard, and disabled one of them.

Boom...

However, Ye Haozhan reacted, landing a punch on Qin Yu's back.

Spurt...

Qin Yu's body shook as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The saying 'two fists can't beat four hands' indeed holds some fucking truth.

Moreover, having been shot in the thigh, with the bullet still lodged in the muscle, his movements were somewhat affected.

Using the momentum, he lunged forward, crashing into the embrace of another unfortunate soul.

One punch to the man's chest, and he fell down rigid.

"Spread out, keep your distance!"

Ye Haozhan roared.

He hadn't expected that, despite Qin Yu being so severely wounded, he would still be so ferocious, and in the blink of an eye, two of his own men had been taken down.

"Kid, you think you can fight, huh? Come on, fight me!"

Ye Haozhan taunted Qin Yu.

"Fine!"

Qin Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded coldly.

Having just struck ruthlessly and disabled two men, he had already deterred the others. Now that they had backed off, it suited his intentions just fine.

"Hmph, take my punch!"

Ye Haozhan lunged with an explosive step, his fist swirling with fierce wind, and arrived before Qin Yu.

Qin Yu's body slid sideways, raising his arm to block. At the same time, he hooked with his toe, preparing to topple Ye Haozhan to the ground.

Thud, thud...

Ye Haozhan, capable of being the Southern Martial Arts Alliance Leader, naturally had real skill.

His legs split, instantly getting into a horse stance, but even he was forced back several steps by Qin Yu's kick before stabilizing himself.

His face darkened as he rushed at Qin Yu again.

Thump, thump...

Suddenly, Qin Yu drew handguns from behind his waist and pulled the triggers with both hands.

"Damn it..."

Ye Haozhan was startled and awkwardly threw himself to the ground, rolling continuously.

"You... you have no sense of martial honor!"

After desperately evading the bullets, Ye Haozhan roared furiously.

"You ambush me with so many people and talk about martial honor?"

Qin Yu kept his gun aimed at Ye Haozhan while swiftly backing toward the window at the far end of the hall.

The others exchanged glances helplessly; if Ye Haozhan himself struggled to dodge bullets, and they too were made of flesh and blood, who would dare to advance?

"Hmph, let him go!"

Ye Haozhan ground his teeth and shouted.

"See ya!"

Qin Yu's body leaped, shattering the window.

"Freeze!"

However, as soon as he rolled onto the street and hadn't steadied himself, a squad of armed special police surrounded him.